"Joanna, it's time for you to come and out and play with me."
I've had my brushes with death, and always had the hand of an angel or a hunter to pull me from its clutches, but I never thought I would go down as a mouse caught in the claws of a deadly cat.
(not the fiery death that I nearly found myself trapped in and escaped thanks to a pair of rough hands)
"Come and find me you son a bitch, I dare you."
And I was not going to let that damn cat sink his fangs into me without a fight, this little girl has more of that anyone else in the goddamn world (without it I'd already be dead), and I armed to kill.
My number one rule is that I always come prepared no matter where I am even on a freaking date because he could have a pair of fangs and thanks to that rule I have a stake at the ready.
(and this one was one of a kind who loved a good chase more than any other)
"Tsk, Joanna, do you kiss your mother with that nasty mouth of yours? You've already kissed my own, haven't you?"
That haunting voice of his was trying to slip under my skin, charming me body and soul like he did before he decided to show his true colors, and it took every part of me to shake him out of my head.
"Trust me, Angelus; I'm regretting it with my whole damn heart. And it will never happen again."
This time I had no savior coming to my rescue, too many times has this big girl told them she can take care of herself (oh god how I was so wrong), it was time for me to show the world just how strong I was or die trying.
(trying to be a brave little soldier while crying for Castiel to come and save me in my head)
"We'll see about that, Harvelle, after all it ends when I say it does."
I was his prey, and it was quite clear that I was going to stay alive until he finished playing with his latest toy (good thing I'm so much goddamn fun), and this was going to end with my blood in his veins or a pile of ashes.
(I'm hoping with all of this stubborn heart that this stake of mine finishes him off before its dinner time)
"Believe what you want, Angelus, but this little game of ours could end in so many different ways."
My feet never stopped, one pause, one fall, one second and I would be one dead duck, running as I kept him on his toes making this a game to remember.
Trying to erase the feeling of his lips from my mind, only letting those fangs slip out after he had his fill of my kiss (he had worked so hard to take them), because instead of the warmth Castiel's had brought me his had only left behind something evil and freezing.
"True, Joanna, but I know for certain that it will end my way, it always does."
(and if I made it to the next chapter kissing Cas was the next thing I had to do)
"Sorry to tell you this, vampire, but this time you're just so fucking wrong."
The mouse had taken the cat by surprise, loving the look of sheer fear that took away that smirk for good, as I drove that stake it and had that pile of ashes I had wished for.